What This Time of Year Means to Me

Whatever it is that you celebrate, I hope that it is wonderful and full of so much love.

Just picture it, it’s Christmas time, you’re at home in your comfy PJs, you have hot cocoa (or tea for me =]) and you’re settled down reading a book by the fireplace all wrapped up in a cozy blanket. You happened to look over at the Christmas tree by the window and outside you see that it is snowing out. The big fluffy snowflakes that make it look like you’re in a snow globe, almost seems magical. This is my favorite time of year, the Spirit and the Joy that I feel is really what makes this time of year so magical for me.

This is the last picture of my Dad.

It was also one of my Dads favorite time of year. For those reading this post who don’t know me, my dad passed away when I was 3. It’s been 27 years this year, which seems like a life time ago. I personally do not have any memories of my Dad, but I have photos and home videos and stories that family members tell me of him. One of which is that this time of year was his favorite. Which I’ve always wondered why I love the Christmas season so much.

What else do you do in a Snow Storm?

I’ll share a quick story of him that his college roommate, Bob, told my family when our families got together (His son, my brother and I happened to be going to College in the same town, what a small world for sure! The universe must’ve wanted us to get together.) My Dad went to college at Johnson and Wales down in Rhode Island for Hospitality, where he met his roommate, Bob. Every year they would attend a holiday party where they would dress up. And one year my Dad dressed up in a red and white striped rugby shirt and called himself “The Candy Cane of Happiness.” Where I think if I remembered correctly he would introduce himself as the “Candy Cane of Happiness, lick me.” haha I’ve also heard that my dad was a jokester/prankster and there are tons of good stories like this one of him. The next year our families got together, Tracy (Bob’s wife) got my family and their family matching red and white striped rugby shirts to honor him. It was one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.

This Christmas Tree is in Doc Square in Kennebunkport, ME.

My dad was always liked by everyone and to quote my Uncle Paul “If you didn’t like Mike, it was a ‘you problem’.” That was the kind of guy he was, the nicest guy you’ve ever met. I’ve heard stories over the years of how great of a person he was, and how sad it is for my brother and I to not have known such a great man. Sometimes I see it as sad, especially when I’m feeling lonely. But I’d like to think of how awesome it is that my dad was connected to so many people. People that have so many stories of him and people that I haven’t even met that have memories of him. He made such an impact on so many people, the way he made people feel. People will never forget the way you make them feel. That is what I hear time and time again about him, how he made them feel. And that’s how I would want to be remembered, I want to make people feel good and think of me as a happy memory like they do of my Dad.

I guess this has always been my Favorite Time of Year because I think it makes me feel closer to him, like he’s here with me. Especially if I’m out dancing in a snow storm. I know that he his here with me, my mom and my brother every single day, even if we can’t see him. If it wasn’t for him (or my mom), I wouldn’t be here today. I am signing off for the year and heading to Mass since it’s Christmas Eve. I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. Whatever it is that you celebrate, I hope that it is wonderful and full of so much love. Hug your loved ones a little tighter tonight. Until Next Year my Loves.

Much Love,

I miss you Dad. Keep sending me signs wherever you are.

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